Both are beauties from the heavenly family, with extraordinary nobility.
One is loved by three thousand people, carefree under the stars.
A man standing alone in an abandoned palace is no longer beautiful, and the blood staining the white jade steps is a nightmare that cannot be washed away.
She married into the prime minister's family, supported the young emperor, and controlled the world behind the bead curtain.
She and her relatives were robbed, and were displaced from the country. They camped step by step in the bloody storm, watching the changes in the court with cold eyes, and waiting for their return.
The battle of red makeup, the battle of phoenixes. One sits deep in the palace, the other stands on the top of a mountain,
Looking at the country for thousands of miles, whose delicate hands will it fall into?